Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3578 | 2022-02-06 07:21:36 | 120.17 | 99% |
| 2316 | 2021-03-31 14:47:23 | 101.94 | 99% |
| 367 | 2020-11-26 05:03:26 | 99.44 | 97% |
| 49 | 2017-11-27 11:09:32 | 90.32 | 99% |